Pretty Tragedy
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You think I'm always out of line
I'm too fast
To falling way behind
Mistakes are made, the fault is mine
I'm screwed up
But hey, this is my life
Can you take me as I am?
'Cause I don't see the point in explaining
If you just don't understand
'Cause I can only be what is truly me
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
I don't always look before I step, no
I'm just an extraordinary mess
Can you take me as I am?
'Cause I don't see the point in explaining
If you just don't understand
'Cause I can only be what is truly me, ah-ho
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh)
A pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
For the sake of sanity
I just need some room to breathe
So excuse my apathy
I'm a pretty tragedy
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) yeah
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) yeah
I'm a pretty tragedy
I'm a pretty tragedy
Whoa, whoa, whoa
You think I'm always out of line
I'm too fast
To falling way behind
Mistakes are made, the fault is mine
I'm screwed up
But hey, this is my life
Can you take me as I am?
'Cause I don't see the point in explaining
If you just don't understand
'Cause I can only be what is truly me
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
I don't always look before I step, no
I'm just an extraordinary mess
Can you take me as I am?
'Cause I don't see the point in explaining
If you just don't understand
'Cause I can only be what is truly me, ah-ho
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh)
A pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh)
I'm a pretty tragedy
For the sake of sanity
I just need some room to breathe
So excuse my apathy
I'm a pretty tragedy
So, what if I'm not your version of perfect?
I'm sorry that wrong just feels so right
I wouldn't change a thing about me
'Cause I know who I am inside
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) yeah
I'm a pretty tragedy
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) yeah
I'm a pretty tragedy
I'm a pretty tragedy
Credits
Writer(s): Phoebe Ogan, Jayson Sanchez
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